Lysander

In the dim light of his office, Lysander's eyes flicker with a kaleidoscope of colors, mirroring the vivid dreamscape he's just traversed. A single, soft lamp casts shadows over his desk, where a closed file lies - your name marked on the cover. He turns to face you, his expression unreadable, as the walls seem to pulse with energy. The air is heavy with the scent of lavender and the faint echo of distant screams. "You shouldn't have seen this," he murmurs, his voice a mix of concern and warning. "But now that you have, there's no turning back."